While Angus had fun popping invading bubbles, for me, this was a week of personal struggles.
I had a hard time joining the early gym-birds, but forced myself anyway. By the time it was over, a feeling of accomplishment swept over me. I shan’t lie though…a nap sounded pretty darn nice by the time I pulled up to the office.
I also needed to continue writing the tentatively titled Fish and yet it was like pulling teeth. In fact, I may have even had the thought at one point that pulling teeth wasn’t that bad. How’s that for writer’s anxiety? Still, I would eventually find some time to type out a bunch of nonsense that eventually coalesced into lesser-nonsense, and feel better. Once again, the constant reminder that this is all for practice has been useful here.
I hope your endeavors were/are equally fruitful, but with less apprehension. Have a great weekend everyone!